All I Ask Is To Be Held

Never Fear: Thank Home, And Poetry, And The Force Behind Both.

For By My Glee Might Many Men Have Laughed, And Of My Weeping May Something Have Been Left, Which Must Die Now.

Be Bullied, Be Outraged, By Killed, But Do Not Kill.

Flying Is The Only Active Profession I Could Ever Continue With Enthusiasm After The War.

The Marvel Is That We Did Not All Die Of Cold. As A Matter Of Fact, Only One Of My Party Actually Froze To Death Before He Could Be Got Back, But I Am Not Able To Tell How Many Have Ended Up In Hospital. We Were Marooned In A Frozen Desert. There Was Not A Sign Of Life On The Horizon And A Thousand Signs Of Death.